Well, it may not be the best in terms of skill, but the never-ending game near Tavern on the Green in Central Park is probably the most entertaining of diversions in a city where soccer has increasingly become the game of the masses. Witness the hilarious sight of shirtless, grunting, semi-fit men sliding on the concrete-hard dirt, shooting up great gouts of pale dust. See passing tourists duck swerving crosses. Hear swear words in all languages of the world (the arguments are almost as amusing as the game itself). Enjoy the fact that the games are timed, so you don't have to wait all day to play. And know that you could go away for six months and come back and find the same basic game and a lot of the same players still there, as if caught in some kind of space-time soccer vortex, oblivious to the upheaval all around them.